River (and Blog) Slacker

There’s something to be said for alittle slacker time. Sometimes when I’ve been out on the river all day and the fish have snuggled in for their version of an afternoon siesta, I’ll seek out a nice shady spot that harbors the least amount of ants and let the sound of water lull me off into a nap.

Those little moments can be the best sort of slacker times, the peaceful, restful, regenerating type. Of course they can also be the worst—depends on the sort of bugs that come along when you are blissfully unaware— nothing like waking up and discovering your face became a buffet for the resident mosquitoes……

As for slacker time on a blog……..I consider my time here as enjoyable as taking a nap on the side of a river (without the threat of bugs) but lately I haven’t been able to step out of the River of Life for a little pause.
The good news: I sense a slack section just up around the bend and I’m paddling hard for it ~

You’re just toying with us. You reel us in with engaging material that creates an unsatiable desire for more. Then you go off bass fishing, leaving us hanging by a thread of 7x waiting, wanting, for more…Not to worry, I got nowhere else to go, so I shall wait. Maybe nap a little to pass the time – until you give us more.

Hey now! Fishing, napping, creepy crawlers, fishing, napping, more fishing… Where do I sign up?
Speaking of fishing and slacking, you mean there’s more to life? Well if there is, that’ll just interfere with my fishing and slacking.
Don’t feel bad, I’ve been blog slacking too.
Hope you catch a bunch of mega-trout!
By the way, we need more proof than just a pic of Bandon taking a streamside nap!

Slacking rules just like golden retrievers rule! At least you’re not looking at the mother of all oil spills, and knowing there’s not a thing you can do about it. Maybe if I take a little nap it will all go away. shannon

Rebecca – I’m a firm advocate of the “Slacker Nap”. No matter how hard I try, though, I seem to locate my nap attempts directly on top of some subteranean ant farm. Or maybe they just think I’m a big piece of carrion and figure I’m the biggest picnic for them, ever. Oh well.

@Kirk ~ Well, I don’t mean to be a tease (despite the fact I’m female and I’m genetically engineered in the fine art) but there’s only so many hours in the day and with work, family AND required fly fishing time some things fall into the acceptable slack category. Like the minute I posted this entry……I HAD to go fly fishing. Priorities ya know =)

@Clif ~ So far I’m lucky, none of you have taken a bite out of me, so I am not fearful!

@Zach ~ You should put your net at your feet with a little sign for asking for flies. Could be a good gig during nap time.

@Shoreman ~ LOL both serve the same purpose!

@Dave ~ The next time I’m napping on the riverbank, I’ll have Bandon take a picture =)

@ColoradoAngler ~ Tis the best way to get a face on picture of her. Wait until she’s asleep! Shy ya know.

@Shannon ~ I’m so sorry to hear about/read about/watch TV about that oil spill. I can’t imagine how that feels. We are all thinking of you guys down there!

@Casey ~ She does indeed. I had to carefully sneak up on her to get the picture otherwise she would have dissed me once again.

@Wolfy ~ I hear ya! Finding the right outdoor nap spot takes patience. Between the ants, the wasps, the mosquitoes and the mother of all biters–the horse flies, we nappers don’t stand much of a chance for a good peaceful snooze. BUT, always worth a try!